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look, i know what you’re feeling because i’m feeling it, too.
     do you? so fill me in ‘cause i’d like to hear this.
dirty. like something sick creeped inside you and you can’t get it out. and you keep hoping that it was just some nightmare, but it wasn’t. and we are gonna have to figure out–
     is there gonna be an intermission in this?

(for @the-apples-were-monitored​)

anonymous asked:

Idk if you're still taking requests, but can you pretty please write one where Married!Drarry have a huge fight and then make up a few days later (bc they cant stand to be away from each other for THAT long ugh it's killing them). If you can thanks so much! Your writing is amazing!!

I’m always taking requests, so long as you don’t mind waiting freaking ages for them to be written xD Hope this is what you had in mind! Enjoy :D

Edit: had to take out the Keep Reading link bc tumblr app is an asshat. Sorry for the wall of text…


Harry set his bag down on the floor and closed the door behind him, trying to make the least amount of sound possible. The door squeaked, and across the room he saw Draco tense, pausing from where he had been about to place his own bag on the counter, and give a dramatic shudder.

His hair was still damp from when they had been swimming that morning. If Harry stood close enough, he was sure he would be able to smell the coconut oil that Draco had taken such a liking to after finding it in the gift shop on the morning of their arrival.

He took a step forward and froze as Draco turned the full effect of his withering glare upon him. It had been so long since he had seen it, but no doubt he had been a fool for thinking it gone forever.

“Must you breathe like a raging stampede of buffalo?” Draco asked with an air of long-suffering, his lips contorted into a proud sneer.

Harry fought to keep his face from twisting into an expression of pain and bewilderment; he wasn’t sure he succeeded. “I’m just breathing normally,” he said quietly.

“Precisely.”

Harry ran his fingers through his hair and tried to move past without instigating a fight. It was just the stress of the wedding, and the whirl of portkeys, and the rush to get to their honeymoon on time. Draco would be back to normal soon, he was sure.

The fact that he had been on a downward spiral for the entire length of their three week stay in Fiji was something that he refused to think about.

He didn’t even make it out of the living room. Draco sniffed – the haughty, little sniff that always came before he tore someone to shreds – and Harry braced himself for impact.

“I knew I should never have let you choose our honeymoon.”

Harry stilled before turning to face his husband. “You didn’t let me,” he said through gritted teeth. “You asked me.”

Draco waved a hand, his eyes glittering with malice. “I only asked because you were like a pathetic little puppy, desperate to have some involvement in things that were well above your capabilities. Had I known you were going to pick such a horrendously third-world country for our honeymoon-” he choked a little on the word before continuing, “I would have asked mother to seek your opinion on the silverware instead.”

“You had fun.” Harry could hear the bitterness seeping into his tone.

It was true; at least, it had been at the start. Draco had been all soft smiles and gentle gazes when they first arrived, looking around at their wizarding hotel with an expression of fondness, like there was some secret Harry didn’t know.

When he had pressed the matter, Draco had simply entwined their fingers together and smiled down at him, “It’s just the kind of place you would choose. A little backward, a little rustic, but full of some kind of charisma that you don’t see anywhere else.”

Harry closed his eyes at the memory of the kiss they had shared then, and how, over the following days, those kisses had become fewer, until they never happened at all.

He opened them to see Draco staring at him pityingly. “I could pretend easily enough.” His voice was sharp, cruel. “But now you expect me to pretend for the rest of my life.”

Harry felt as if slivers of ice were running down his spine; Draco couldn’t be saying what he thought he was saying.

Draco flicked his wand so that his bag rose back up off the bench and hovered behind him.

He turned his gaze on Harry, grey eyes unreadable within his expressionless mask. “You had to know this would end in tears.”

But it hasn’t even begun, Harry thought stupidly, and then Draco was gone.


~oOo~


Harry didn’t tell anyone. He couldn’t – what would they say?

You know this was always possible, Harry.

We warned you from the start.

He’s a bloody git. Nothing can change that. Be thankful he showed his true colours sooner rather than later.

None of that knowledge helped the ache in his chest whenever he thought about Draco leaving, his old sneer usurping the gentle smile Harry had become so addicted to.

Through the fog of his misery, Harry hear the soft tapping of an owl at the window. He leapt up, nearly tripping over himself, and pulled the window open, heedless of the rain that came bucketing in.

The bedraggled owl landed on the coffee table and shook itself roughly, sending more droplets flying over him. It held out its foot and glared at him until he gave it several owl treats, along with a warming charm, a drying charm, and a shield for the rain. Then it hooted once and flew off.

With shaking hands, Harry opened the missive.

Harry!

Harry’s face crumpled; it was from Ron.

I know you’re back and busy being all disgusting with Malfoy – sorry: Draco – so don’t let me interrupt, and please for the love of Merlin don’t come over until you’ve got it all out of your system. I saw enough of George and Angelina’s love-sick fawning to last me a lifetime, thanks all the same. But I just found out what Mum said to Malfoy – sorry: to Draco – and I had to let you know she didn’t mean it like that and I’m so sorry.

Harry blinked in alarm. What was Ron talking about?

She meant well, and she thought it was the right thing to say in the circumstance, but she doesn’t know the git – sorry – like we do, and as soon as I heard, I knew that he would have taken it the wrong way and thought that he was only temporary or some bollocks.

Harry threw the note down, barely reading the rest of it, which didn’t make Ron’s rambling any clearer, and strode to the front door. He pulled it open and was about to step outside to apparate when his brain caught up with his eyes and he realised who was standing on the front step.

“Draco?” he breathed.

Draco looked at him, blond hair wet and bedraggled, and his tailored suit sodden in the rain. He looked like he’d been standing there for ages; knowing him, he probably had.

“I can’t do it,” he croaked.

“Can’t do what?” Harry asked, hauling him inside and casting warming and drying charms in quick succession.

“Stay away from you.”

Harry stopped and looked at Draco, taking in the stoop of his shoulders, the shiver to his hands despite the fact that he was no longer cold, the darkness beneath his eyes that suggested he hadn’t slept properly for days, just like Harry.

“Then don’t?” Harry said slowly, as if he were talking to a particularly slow and dimwitted child.

Which, to all intents and purposes, was how Draco had acted, but at least Harry now had an inkling of why.

Draco crossed his arms and shook his head furiously, blond hair whipping into his eyes. “If I don’t, you’ll only leave me first.” His voice sounded small and broken, and Harry pulled him forward into a tight embrace, his own hands trembling slightly where they gripped Draco’s back.

“What did she say to you?” Harry murmured into Draco’s hair, feeling the man stiffen underneath him. He rubbed soothing circles into Draco’s back. “Ron just sent me a letter. Said his mum said something stupid, and that he was really sorry, and that she didn’t mean it like you think she meant it.”

Harry pulled back, resting his hands on Draco’s shoulders and looking him in the eye. “What did she say to you?”

Draco’s eyes slid away, and he folded his arms even further around himself. “She didn’t say much,” he admitted, speaking slowly. “Only that she was proud of the man I’d become, and that even if you and I didn’t last – even if we got a divorce – she would still consider me part of the family.”

Harry closed his eyes. All the pain and insecurity that must have been coursing through Draco over the past weeks hit him at once. Ron was right; Draco would hear those words very differently to how Mrs. Weasley had intended them.

“I’m not going to leave you,” he murmured furiously, drawing Draco back to his chest and pressing kisses into his hair. “She didn’t mean it like that. She was trying to let you know that you’re one of us, that it’s not just because of me that you’re welcome and accepted – it’s because of you.”

“But why would she talk about us splitting up?” Draco asked, his voice tinged with the panic he had been hiding. “Why would that even be on her mind unless she thought it was going to happen?”

Harry rested his forehead against Draco’s – he had to rise up slightly on his toes to reach it. “It’s not on her mind. It was just something she said, and it’s not going to happen.”

“Why not?”

Harry pulled back and tilted Draco’s chin down so that he couldn’t look away. “Because I love you,” he said, unable to keep the smile from tugging at his lips as he said the words. “And I would be a fool to give you up.”

“This is insane,” Draco murmured. “The thought of us together - what were we thinking? It’s madness.”

Harry smiled up at him. “Our lives are always going to be mad, no matter what we do to stop it. At least this way, I get you.”

Draco paused, searching Harry’s eyes for something, Harry didn’t know what, and then all the fear and uncertainty on his face washed away.

“I love you,” he said simply, his mouth curving into the gentle smile Harry had thought he would never see again.

Harry leaned in at the same time Draco pulled him forward, their lips meeting in a soft, unhurried kiss – the first of many to come.

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EDIT: The matter was solved, thankfully. Thanks for your support!!

Hi guys, daematsu here. I just wanted to remind you I don’t allow any sort of repost/reprinting/redistribution of the stuff here without permission (even more so if it’s not credited) , regardless if it’s only a sketch or anything else.

If the people that have done so (in particular a karaoso FB group) doesn’t take my drawings down, I’ll permanently shut down this blog.

I’m sorry, but that was the only condition I asked for keeping this blog up. It’d be a shame to close it for just one or two people (maybe more), but I strictly said I would if it happened. 

I know it might be an extreme measure for something so “small”, but people won’t learn otherwise.  I hope these people will read this before I do it.

Seriously AriA?

PLL 07x02 OBSERVATION

Full disclosure: I have an Aria is Uber A personal bias. If AriA theories/observations aren’t your thing then turn back now.

Right after Aria takes maybe one minute of her life to dump Liam, she keeps saying sorry. He tells her to stop saying sorry and sighs. (actions speak louder than words ARIA). After Liam sighs, she sighs, bites her lip, and rolls her eyes hardcore. 

Is she mad? Annoyed with Liam’s break up reaction? She is exhibiting zero empathy for someone she supposedly loved… Poor Liam. 

Not to mention, once Liam tells Aria he will be editing her and Ezra’s book…

Liam gets the last laugh in this break up because he is controlling Aria’s literary future…

Um… yeah I think it’s safe to say AriA is mad, furious even. Just look at that glare. She looks so evil. 

If Aria is Uber A, she must already be thinking of plan B and is probably annoyed that she underestimated Liam. 

What do you think? Stay tuned and follow me for more AriA season 7 clues and analysis! 

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1 month, 26 days, 15 hour, 43 minutes, 12 seconds

Originally posted by twentyonepilotssssss

P A I R I N G: Tyler Joseph x reader

B A N D: Twenty one pilots

W A R N I N G S: near death experience and fluff

R E Q U E S T: @castawayrejects⇻ a soulmate AU in which you have visions of your soulmate, but you can never see their face or identify their voice. Along with the visions, you have a tattoo of a timer on the inside of your wrist that counts down the time until you meet said soulmate.

W O R D COUNT: 3817 (not edited)

N O T E: I don’t like the ending to this, so sorry if it sucks. I will probably end up editing it later so keep a look out for that.

*Italics = visions (Point of View change will be obvious as I will start each section with the name of the person)

    0 Years, 1 month, 26 days, 15 hours, 43 minutes, 12 seconds.

    That was the daunting time that haunted you.

    It laid across the soft, pale flesh of your inner wrist. The dark, cursive lettering stood out against your pale skin. The letters and numbers were almost frightening, as they told you the exact moment that your life would change. Normally, you had no prior knowledge of the strange and mysterious things that were going to happen to you. In any other instance, you might have wanted a timer for those sorts of things. It would have softened the anticipation and cured the nervousness and anxiety of not knowing whether or not something would happen.

    However, this was not an instance that you wanted a timer for.

    The elegant writing made your insides turn and your head run crazy with uncomfortable and irrational thoughts. Your insides would erupt with nerves, and the timer would do nothing to quell the storm. Meanwhile, your head considered every possible situation. Some of these thoughts were encouraging and pleasant; these were the ones that detailed your happy life with your soulmate. Images of the unidentified man and him falling for you passed through your head. You saw the two of you living together in harmony, surrounded by your few children and a plethora of happiness.

    Sadly, those thoughts were demolished by horrid ones; insecurity, anxiety, and fear.

    These thoughts pushed your happiness aside, and instead, let your brain and body cave in upon themselves. Images of your soulmate not loving you, or hating how you looked flashed violently before your eyes.

    Letting tears escape your eyes, you buried your face into your bare knees. Covered only by a large shirt and a small pair of shorts, tears were allowed to fall freely onto your open skin. When you allowed yourself to fall back against the plush couch cushions, your eyes grew heavy. They fell shut for a few moments, and you attempted to reopen them, but to no avail, they closed and you were sucked into a deep sleep.

    You’re shaken out of your stupor by a hand being laid gently across the back of your shoulders. The person’s touch is electric, causing you to shudder underneath their skin. Besides the initial reaction, the feeling was something that you wanted have again. You wanted to drag your body closer to theirs and hold them as close as physically possible.

    So you let yourself.

    You cuddle yourself into the person’s shoulder, nudging your nose gently against their chest when you move your head to reach a more comfortable position. When you wrap your arms around their waist and the same small sparks flow throughout your frame, you realize that there was only one person who could make you feel this way; only one person who could make you react to their touch in this way.

    Your soulmate.

    Looking up at him, you sigh when you’re unable to make out his face. You can, however, spot significant features of his. Like the dark tattoos that were imbedded in his skin. On the arm closest to you was a few rings. There were two thin bands wrapped around the skin above his elbow, and one wrapped around skin just beneath it. Because of the flimsy tank top that adorned his torso, you could also see the tattoos that scattered across his chest. There was one of four different rectangles placed together, and some other ones that you could not quite identify. Giving into temptation, you let one of your hands trail up to his arm. Letting the rough tips of your small fingers trail across his the dark ink wrapped around his lower bicep, you sighed out in joy.

    Moments later, a giggle erupted from the mouth of the man sitting beside you. You perked up immediately at the sound. The sound was so cherubic and pure that you thought angels descended from Heaven should be jealous.

    You turn to face the man, a smile gracing your cheeks as you watch him. Continuing to trace the tattoos, you let one of your hands drop down to his side, wanting to trace the tattoos the were inked into his chest. The man sitting next to you shudders under your touch and you turn to face him with befuddlement written across your features.

    “What’s wrong?” You question.

    He looks down at your delicate face, probably not able to make out any details either. He laughs softly and speaks in a voice only slightly above a whisper, “It tickles.”

    You stare up at him for a few moments before you erupt into your own fit of giggles. Your soulmate laughs along with you before you suddenly turn to face him with a serious expression. A plan begins to formulate in your head, and you smirk as you watch it begin to play out.

    Your soulmate seems to understand the idea that ran through your head, and he began to back away slowly. You chuckle and begin to approach him like a lion would to it’s prey. He begins to laugh and he turns to run, but before he can, you pounce.

    Leaping from your spot on the couch, you land on top of him with your legs straddling either side of his. You began to dig your fingers into his sides, and he attempts to escape your clutches, squirming and giggling. His laughter causes a smile of your own to widen your cheeks. Your soulmate continued to try and escape your fingers as you mercilessly tickle his sides. Loud gasps of air and pleads for you to stop fill the room, and the laughter that escapes his mouth, fills your heart.

    He finally lets out a shriek, “I give, I give!”

    You chuckle, but let him go nonetheless. When he finally regains his breath and his wits, he looks at you.

    “That was mean, baby,” he pouts.

    You giggle wordlessly before responding, “Don’t be a sore loser, Tyler.” You do not know how you know his name; all you know is that the words slipped so seamlessly from your lips. It seemed as if you had known it all along, the name just floating around in the back of your head.

    Tyler shook his head and laughed under his breath, “Maybe I am.”

    You laughed and moved to lay back against his body. When you rested against his chest, laying in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. He pulled your body impossibly closer to his before laying his hands on either side of your waist, just below your ribcage. He nuzzled his soft nose into the skin of your neck.

    He speaks once before his hands delve into the skin at your waist as he tickles you, “Maybe I just have to get you back.”

    You wake later that morning in a sad haze, realizing that your soulmate was not asleep in the spot next to you. Reaching out with your fingers, you grope at the empty space beside you. Crumpling the silken sheets between your fists and stared up at the ceiling, counting the cracks.

    At least you finally got to learn his name: Tyler. The name seemed to fit him, and the acquired knowledge you obtained causes a rush of happiness and euphoria to fill your body.

    When you finally shrugged out of the bed to get ready for the day, your only thought was him.

    Tyler

☾☾

    0 years, 1 month, 26 days, 15 hours, 43 minutes, and 12 seconds.

    Those were the letters and numbers scrawled across Tyler Joseph’s wrist. The thin, black ink made his stomach turn with nerves.. He did not know how or why, but his soul had been tied to yours in some strange way. Destiny and fate were the words that people often used in this sense. They would say that it was destiny that had tied to the two lovers together. Tyler did not think such a thing as destiny would tie two people together, but not even let them know each other’s name.

    Tyler let out a sigh of frustration when the thought arose in his head. He could not believe that he didn’t even know your name. The one girl that he was supposed to be with forever was nameless.

    Scratching his forearm and rubbing his hand along his hairline to wipe away the sweat, Tyler laid back against the couch. He scratched the scruff that was growing along his chin and jawline and thought about you.

    What did you look like? What color was your hair? Did you have freckles? What was your personality like? Were you sweet and kind? Or stubborn and strong?

    Thousands of questions ran through his head, causing Tyler to grip his skull between his hands. This was the exact reason why he did not like to be left alone. The second he was by his lonesome, his thoughts took over.

    Irrational, problematic, anxiety-filled, nervousness, and fear were just some of the few emotions and thoughts that overwhelmed him. It was often that Tyler struggled to repress these things; usually, he would just let them overtake his mind, and he would sink into a deep pit of silence and sadness.

    However, this time, he managed to block out the thoughts and laid back against the tan couch cushions. He let his heavy eyelids shut and softened his breathing, letting sleep envelop his mind and his body.

    Tyler Joseph was tired.

    After a long day of working with his best friend Josh, singing his lungs out, all he wanted to do as go home and sleep. He wanted to bury his face into the pillows on his bed, drag your body close to him, and just sleep.

    You, however, were having the time of your life at home. You had called in to work sick that day, meaning that you could spend the whole day doing whatever you wanted. For you, doing whatever you wanted meant cleaning. Your house had been a mess for the past couple of weeks; with Josh coming to spend the night every once and a while and your friends doing the same, it was a disaster.

    You had started by plugging in your headphones and clicking shuffle, letting the music take over. Getting lost in the music led to you dancing and singing while cleaning the house.

    The first thing you went to fix was your room, gathering all the useless items and throwing them away. Next you put away all yours and Tyler’s clothing and belongings; followed by vacuuming the room from top to bottom. You wiped the windows so clean that you could see your reflection in them, and you even organized your closet.

    This process was then moved to the next room in the house, then the next, and the next. By the time Tyler was to come home, you were cleaning the living room. You had a mop out and your socks on, dancing to the beat of the music. You moved your hips back and forth to the bass that thumped in your ears and sang to the tune of the music.

    While you had your eyes closed, Tyler had managed to enter the room. He watched you as you sung and danced around the living room that you shared. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as you moved your feet in time with your hips. He let out a small laugh and watched with complete adoration in his eyes.

    Tyler had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. This one girl was the light of his life, the sun to his day, and the moon to his stars. You managed to make him happier than he had ever been in his entire life. Everything you did managed to bring a smile to his face and a pang in his heart. When you smiled, Tyler was sure that the sun would be jealous of how bright it was. When you danced, Tyler was sure that the rest of the world wanted to dance with you. When you sand, Tyler was sure that the song birds would sing along. He noticed every little thing about you, and he loved all of it; like the one dimple you had on the side of your face when you smiled, or the constellation that the freckles on your face made. Other things like the frown that you tried to hide or the emotions that you had managed to bury were things that he could see clear as day. Of course, he was the one to get that smile back on your face, with a glint of pure happiness in your eyes.

    Tyler moved forward, planning on just watching you for a few moments more, but he changed his mind. He took small steps towards your body before he reached you, facing your back so you could not see him. Tyler took one daring step forward and then lunged to grab you by the hips.

    When his large hands grasped your waist from behind, you let out a squeal of surprise. Turning your head in embarrassment, you looked at the side of Tyler’s brown hair, as he had his face buried into the back of your shirt. He picked you up by your waist and spun you around in the air for a few moments. He placed your body back on the ground and kissed every inch of you face. He delicately placed each kiss on each of his favorite features of yours, eliciting another squeal from your mouth.

    Tyler laughed and stilled so that he could stare into your eyes in silence. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips on occasion, but you let it pass, knowing that he just wanted to kiss you again. Although he could not identify your face in these visions, he was able to see the freckles and the smile that you gave him.

It made his heart soar.

    Pulling away from him, you let out another soft laugh before placing your head into his chest, and letting him wrap his arms around your waist once again.

    “Please tell me you did not see me dancing around the house like an idiot,” you whispered into his chest.

    Tyler let out another laugh and pressed his lips to your forehead before speaking, “Yeah, I did.”
    You groaned and attempted to bury your face further into Tyler’s chest, but he tightened his grip on your hips and laughed a bit harder.

    “C’mon, baby. I thought it was cute,” Tyler chuckled, pressing sweet kisses to the top of your head.

    “It was embarrassing,” You whined, tilting you head back up to look at him.

    “It was adorable,” Tyler corrected.

    You let out a small laugh and buried your face back into his chest. Tyler began to hum a song under his breath, rocking the two of you back and forth. Picking up on the song that was being hummed, you joined in, the two of your harmonizing sweetly. For the rest of the night, the two of you just rocked back and forth until you were tired.

    When Tyler woke up later that morning, he was disappointed to find that you were not in the bed beside him. He reached out with an open hand and felt the space beside him to make sure that he was not just hallucinating your absence. He gripped the sheets into a tight fist and rolled his head back to look at the ceiling, counting the cracks.

    At least he now knew your name, seeing as he had whispered it during the vision. The name fit you so perfectly, almost as if God had made you just to be the perfect fit.

    Tyler rolled out of bed to get ready for the day, with only one thing on his mind: you.

    His soulmate.

☾☾

    26 days and 14 and a half hours later, you were in a panic.

    That morning had started out absolutely horrid; waking up late, which meant that you could not get a ride from your friend. That also meant that you had to walk to work, which was at least a thirty minute walk. However, you needed to be at work in fifteen minutes.

Lunging out of bed and rushing to the bathroom, you quickly turned the knobs on the shower, stripped off your clothing and threw open the door. Rinsing the soap of your bod as quickly as possible and not fully-drying yourself, you sprinted from the bathroom to your bedroom. Digging through your closet, you came up dry, not managing to find a single, clean outfit to wear.

You let out a small scream before moving towards your hamper and throwing on the least smelly outfit. You grabbed a pair of black converse and slipped them onto your feet and raced towards the door.

Throwing it open and rushing out, not before locking said door, you began running in the direction of your work. You pushed your feet as fast as they had ever been before, not even caring about the people you pushed out of your way. You raced in between pedestrians and bicyclers, trying to shorten the time that it took to get to your job.

When you reached the corner of a block, the crosswalk sign was red, meaning that you could not cross the street. However, it was a slow moving day and there were no cars passing through the intersection. Knowing that you only had a few minutes to get across that street and into your office, you disregard all safety and rational thought.   

Letting out a deep breath, you pushed off the sidewalk and into the street, ignoring the honks and horns of cars that were clearly unpleased by your disturbance.

You made it halfway across the crowded street before you heard a horn. You ignored the loud, blaring sound, and the obvious warning signs, and continued to sprint across the street.

It was then that you heard a familiar voice cry out. You turned to face the street, just to see a car speeding through the intersection, clearly not taking any notice of you as they went. Your eyes widened when you realized that you were about to be hit and possibly killed by that car. In those few milliseconds before the car would hit you, you felt your life actually flash before your eyes.

A lot of people sometimes do not believe in such things as your life flashing by before you die, but this was real. You were about to die and you watched as your most prized moments flew by in front of your face as if you were watching a movie inside your head.

Finding your best friend in the eighth grade.

Your eighteenth birthday.

Turning twenty one.

Having your first legal drink.

Breaking your arm for the first time.

The first time your soulmate clock had no years left.

Then it occurred to you that you would never met him. The man you would spend the rest of your life with. He would live a lonely life without you, and you would never get the chance to meet him; never get the chance to get married or have kids. You would never have the chance of happily ever after.

Realizing that there was nothing you could do, you braced yourself for the impact and the oncoming pain, but it never came.

Instead, you felt arms wrap around your waist nad your body being pushed to the side. Your body was thrown away from the car that came barreling towards your body. Before you could question what had happened or who had pushed you away, a body landed on top of yours. The care that would have hit you streaked by, continuing on their way.

When you turned to look up at the person who had saved you, you noticed something on your wrist.

Straight zeros.

0 years, 0 months, 0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 0 seconds.

The person who had saved you was your soulmate, and you were finally meeting him.

Raising your eyes, you found that Tyler was already looking at you.

And he was the most handsome man you had ever seen.

Gorgeous, soft brown hair cut to a short length and styled perfectly. His face was completely untarnished, with no blemishes in sight. A small bit of stubble was growing near his chin and the same tattoos you had dreamt of were decorating his arms and torso (you could see them because of his tank top). His eyes were the last thing you noticed, as they were a beautiful shade of brown.

Even though most people described brown eyes as boring and not creative, you loved them. Because while everyone was out looking for other colored eyes, no one was looking at the beauty of the brown eyed people.

And this man’s brown eyes were the most beautiful you’d ever seen. They were deep pools of chocolate brown and you sunk into them like puddy.

When you finally got the courage to speak to him, you were not able to come up with a single thought, besides the fact that you wanted to kiss the living daylights out of him.

So you did.

Kissing your soulmate in the middle of a traffic filled street after almost getting hit by a car was not something you thought you would be doing today, but fate does work in mysterious ways.

He kissed you softly, as if he was scared that he would hurt you. His lips were soft, something you never thought they would be. You were addicted by his lip, letting him suck your lower lip into his mouth so he could kiss you sweeter. You were practically drowning in him.

When he finally pulled away, you both gasped for air and he smiled softly, “I never thought that the moment I met you, I’d be saving your life.” He chuckled at the end of his statement, a happy tear falling from the corner of his eye. A similar tear fell from yours and you laughed fondly at him.

“Ditto.”

SO i recently hit 900 followers which i NEVER THOUGHT WOULD EVER HAPPEN!!! i remember like 6 months ago i was stuck at 300ish followers for about a year and a half and never thought i’d ever get this many followers. then i started making edits and gifs and have slowly gained more and more followers which is so great!!! 

i wanted to do a follow forever at 800 and forgot and then at 900 and completely forgot again and i don’t wanna wait for 1k so i’ll just do it now!

THANK YOU to everyone who follows me, thank you to all the people who i follow for making/reblogging such great content and thank you to all my amazing mutuals, new and old, who have followed me all this time, even when i’ve changed my url like a billion times (my previous urls are chrirspratt, n-egan btw if anyones confused/doesn’t have a clue who i am). you are all so amazing!!! + if i missed anyone off i’m sorry!! im so crap at stuff like this lmao but to everyone who follows me i really appreciate it!!! 

mutuals are bolded, fave blogs are in italic.

A-E

@acciogeorgeweasley | @alphalewolf | @amydowneyjr | @avcngrs | @anchor-lahey | @apocherik@artangelsxxx | @badassbethylxo | @bethkinneysings | @bethsdixons | @beelzebubbletea | @birdmacklin | @billykaplam | @bornunderabluemoonbaby@boyegcs | @bucky-barnes-left-arm | @buckeeburnes | @calcifor | @carl-poppa | @carls-negan | @cellardoors-and-petrichor | @cherik | @chandler-r-kay@chrisevanrs | @corlgrimes | @cptanrogers | @darlingjared | @dishonoronyourblog | @diana-prince-slays | @dryhumore | @dundermifflinscranton | @el-diiablo | @elektratacos | @elektra-natchos | @elektranatchi0s | @eugene-porter | @evangeline-diamond 

F-M

@fightingdead2 | @fuckshamylifeway | @gaygfs | @gangstasloth | @glennrhee | @gohomewithyou | @going-going–gone | @guriras | @hailfitzsimmons | @heytheredeann | @heisenbooty | @iamthenewthor | @iansmerhalder | @incomparablyme | @irisblest | @itsallmelting | @jamemcavoy | @jensens14thfreckle | @jeangreyclub | @jesusmonroe | @kindnessisinfectious | @knee-gan | @kylebarne-s | @lezvegetables | @lmnegan | @luuciifeer | @meateyes | @mickeystwin | @michonniez | @mschabarton | @myrealityisbooks | @mytardisiscurrentlya67impala 

N-S

@natchios | @natthespaz | @neganssavior | @negansgrimes | @negan-my-king | @negansbutt | @oh-earth | @opal-love | @ororo-munroe | @pandeadpool | @pancakesandpirouettes | @pcylockes | @pisces10 | @raleighsbecket | @randominquires | @redododiculous | @rick-grimess | @ricksgrxme | @rovias | @rose-cheek | @samwinchesterblog | @skywalkerromanova | @spideirman | @steven-rogers | @starkandsnow | @starkdrogo@starmora 

T-Z

@taatoine | @teamroqers | @thejokeristhebosshere | @the-mat-said-welcome | @thesaviorsleader | @the-kid-impulse | @timelordsarah | @tnyxstrk | @tonystark | @twdfamilyy | @tysheridan | @uhsebastianstan | @universammy | @ussenterprisencc1701d | @vauitgirl | @val-pie | @walkingdeadcarl | @whataloadofmalarkey | @wherearemyfuckingcookies | @xsteverogers | @youdjustcomeafterher | @ze-fab-steve-rogers 

“Can you stay?”

Anon request/fic prompt for — “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”

Companion Song: Houses — A Quiet Darkness

Sorry it took me so long, Anon! I just keep editing this, and I think it’s time to just call it finished. Hope you like it! I have one more for you still, thanks for being patient! :D

Also, huge shoutout to @fidelundtrommel, who gave me the idea for the ending! A stroke of genius. <3 

And shoutout to the “In This Shirt” Anon—I was definitely channeling that song for the last half of this fic.



Sam was up as soon as the weight of the beam lessened, scrambling backwards, relieved to be free. Nate was grabbing him, helping him up.

“You are one crazy son of a bitch—” His whole body hurt, but he was laughing.

“Yeah, well, takes one to know one.” Nate clapped him on the shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get the hell outta here before this whole place blows.”

Sam instinctively started to follow Nate, then paused. “Wait—Nathan, I gotta get Rafe.”

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anonymous asked:

hi so on the rec list you posted, the description for one of them says that they play baseball and are int oeach other, but it's not the right fic when you click on it! Just wanted to let you know :)

omg thank you, d’you know i had like 3 fics by nanoochka open to pick which i would rec and i must have linked the wrong one in the end, thank you! i can also recommend the dirtiest thing you know but sox and bombers is my absolute fave from her 

(at one point i had like 40 tabs from my bookmarks open. i got a little twisted up sorry! also i keep adding fics i am remembering that i love so expect more edits)

((Amidst all this excitement though, I’m loathe to tell you all that, just this afternoon, mere hours before Seigi announced his plans to dub this blog - my laptop failed to boot. Swings and roundabouts, as they say, haha! Haaah…
My attempts to repair it have been in vain; boot failure is a tricky problem to fix when you don’t have the Installation disc to hand. A downside to moving around a lot, unfortunately.
But not to worry- I’ll be taking it in for repairs tomorrow. In the meantime, I’ll be responding to your massive influx of questions using my back up plan: traditional media! Hope you guys like heavily edited Instagram photos hahaaa!
… Ugh, I’m sorry for the bad news guys. ; ; So typical it would happen now. I’ll be sure to keep you posted on the status of my lappy and I will be responding with trad media posts over the weekend. Hopefully things should return to normal very soon.
Thanks again for your raucous support, this is truly incredible! The follower count doubled within an hour of the announcement! I’m truly thankful, and I’m Looking forward to making some fun stuff for you guys. Catch you later, and take care. c:
-Para))

Listen at this point a lot of prominent bloggers in the carry on fandom have discussed white washing in the fandom and even been met with support by a large portion of the fandom, at least in Baz’s case, and yet I haven’t seen a big effort made in fan-works to stop drawing/fan casting/writing the characters white and it’s not enough to like or reblog a post saying that baz is Egyptian or an edit with Jordan Fisher if you keep making and supporting these posts where the characters are whitewashed and I’m starting to get really annoyed and tired…

I’m asking for opinions

So I’ve just gotten to level 5 in Pokemon Go and recently I’ve been wavering in my original team decision. The only thing that is keeping me from full on committing to a different team is the idea that the legendary bird you can catch is connected to the team that you are a member of. So in your opinion will you not have the option to catch a flareon if your team mystic or a zapados if your team valor?

Edit: Yes I meant Moltres sorry guys. Thanks for the corrections in the comments.

poplitealqueen replied to your post “poplitealqueen replied to your post “No snippet today, my writing has…”

Whoop whoop :) Which AU will it be for anyway? (Sorry I’ve been terrible with keeping up)

I have no idea at the moment. Active ones, though…

Darkness In the Light
Time and Valar
Shadowed Stars
Teeg’s Choice
Magic and Mischief
City of Magic
All Her Daughters
Queen of Mercy and Grace

*pauses, kicks tumblr, edits*

Also…

Our Hands Will Never Be Clean
Green Fire
Remembered Valor
Last Stand of Valor
Flame of Durin
No Shield For My Soul
Supreme System Lord

anonymous asked:

Hello, may I bother you with some questions about merging CCs? What are important do's/dont's, what type of CCs should be/should not be merged? Is it okay if I merge CAS and BUILD/BUY items together? I'm very sorry if it is a lot of questions. I have never merged my CCs before but I want to so I'm scared I'll mess it up and break my game. Thank you very much for your time and I hope you are having an amazing day!

i honestly think that there must be a guide about what to merge and don’t. If anyone know where it is, please comment below. must be a tumblr post, but i can’t find it. will edit if i manage to find it.

First of all keep backup of everything with dates. Whenever you’re going to update your game, backup. every week, backup. It’s a necessary precaution. 

  • You don’t merge mods/script packages that modify the game’s behavior that might broke during patches.
  • You don’t merge new packages before testing them first and see if you want them “permanently” in your game.
  • (Personal opinion) Don’t merge tons and tons of packages at once (500 is literally insane for example).. instead do it by groups and just put numbers at the end. it’s much easier this way if something breaks to weed things out.

You “can” merge cas and build/buy.. i wouldn’t recommend it, just for the sake of organization. It’s better to have everything laid out so that it’s easier to pinpoint items if needed instead of looking through tons of packages that don’t belong in that category.

if anyone has any other more comments of suggestions, please leave them below :) thanks!

hello, hello !! this is my very first time attempting this, but i’ve seen many of my mutuals do it & i decided to give it a shot, since i’ve been getting lots of new followers on this blog. i also have a high muse for sakura, as of late, so i’ll be putting maximum effort in this muse, while keeping my madara blog as active as possible — i’m sorry; he’s my weak spot.

by liking this post;

❀ you give me permission to tag you/mention you in random starters, whenever i want — long, short, whichever verse — despite the number of threads we already have going, whether they are zero or two thousand.

❀ you’re a-okay with me making headcanons about our muses’ relationship & posting them. this doesn’t include anything romantic/sexual — such as former lovers, having children together, etc.

❀ you allow me to make random aesthetic edits/post for our muses, post them & tag you. tbh, any kind of edit for our muses counts here, whether it’s a gif/gifset/etc. also, arts?? i tend to draw my muses & their friends/lovers, etc.

❀ you allow me to talk to you IC or OOC via IM.

❀  you’re a-okay with being tagged/mentioned into posts that remind me of our muses/have to do with our muses/etc.

Please, please, please. Keep in mind that this permanent starter call is for MUTUALS ONLY. If we are not mutuals ( checking this, literally takes two seconds ), refrain from liking this post. Keep the notes neat. Do not reblog!!!

vine

Someone stop me I keep making edits instead of writing the next chapter to my fic